(I wrote this when my daughter and Granddaughters were in Jr. High and High School about girl bullies.)
“BULLIED”
You call me a tard but I am not,
You are nothing but hallway snots.
And when it’s all over and you leave this place,
You’ll be nothin’ but a sheer disgrace.
Only to see you all are infected.
You low-life creeps in pretty lies,
I rise above you and all your cries.
The words of hate and jealousy,
Strive to put me down where I don’t feel alive.
I hate myself and the skin I’m in,
What you’ve done to me is truly a sin.
What I let you do is worse than that,
I put on the fat scared hat.
You are nothing but hallway snots,
And when its all over and you leave this place,
You'll be nothin but a life's disgrace.
Scared of you who call me names,
Scared of you who play the games.
I go to lunch nowhere to sit;
You
mock me with your words of wit.
You who call me the tard but I am not,
You are nothin’ but hallway snots,
And when its all over and you leave this place,
You’ll be nothin’ but a life’s disgrace.
You think you’re the best,
because of your dress.
You be-ach-es of the hallways, that
is what you do best.
I smile and laugh at your mocks each day;
You walk away in mid-sentence I say.
Be-ach-es of the hallway is your goal,
You made it you tards of the soul.
Not me I say, the names don’t count, I am smarter than you,
Be-ach-es your due.
Due to get what you should receive,
The same you gave, sheer deceit.
You call me a tard but I am not,
You
are nothing but hallway snots.
And when it’s all over and you leave this place,
You’ll be nothin’ but a sheer disgrace.
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